Can the tail be tickled?

Lips and tongues are intertwined, lips depend on each other, inseparable.

The hot and hot breath passed back and forth between the lips and teeth, and the uncontrollable desire was intertwined with the thoughts that had been hidden in the heart for a long time, like a beast that had been lurking for a long time, the longer it endured, the more fierce it would be when it preyed.

It is clear that the tip of the tongue is so soft, but when it touches, it feels like the whole body is electrocuted, it is numb, from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart, the throbbing feeling spreads all over the body, Mo Ziyi feels that his whole body is soft , he hugged Ye Wuhui, as if everything in the world dissipated at this moment, turning into illusory clouds and rain, only the person in front of him, only the deep and passionate kiss like a flood.

In the undercurrent of the turmoil, Ye Wuhui lost his sanity, what kind of gentleman, what is cold and cold, all were thrown into the back of his mind, he is hot, forgetful, and hysterical.

The slender fingertips rubbed and stroked wantonly through the clothes, the body hugged in his arms was so soft, so easy to get, so tempting, and so irresistible.

It's like butterflies love bees, and give up if they can't; it's like silver moths fighting for color, snow willows competing for glory.

During the lingering kiss, both of them were emotionally moved, and their lower bodies were tightly stuck together.

The action stopped suddenly.

"..."

"........."

The touch under their bodies made them wake up suddenly, their lips parted slightly, a silver thread hung between their lips, and a strange and ambiguous light shone in the dim coffin.

Mo Ziyi wiped away the water from his lips, even though he was extremely thick-skinned, under such circumstances, his cheeks were also covered with red clouds, Ye Wuhui was even worse, the blush climbed to the base of the ears and the end of the eyes, Even the tear mole at the corner of the eye is full of shyness.

Ye Wuhui has never seen such Ye Wuhui before. He, who has always been calm, made such a shy and depressed expression, which really made Mo Ziyi want to take another bite and taste it. This kind of Ye Wuhui Regret, what is the taste.

They looked at each other and were silent for a while, Ye Wuhui said awkwardly: "Ziyi, I..."

"Hush..." Mo Ziyi pressed his index finger against his lips, leaned down, and exhaled softly in Ye Wuhui's ear: "Don't say it now."

He squeezed Ye Wuhui's waist. During the absurd few days in his previous life, he already knew where Ye Wuhui was most sensitive.

The person under him trembled all over, and the red cloud at the base of his ears was a little thicker.

The little fox's tail was raised high again, Mo Ziyi propped himself up, took Ye Wuhui's hand, led him down slowly, and finally stopped at his lower abdomen: "We can go back slowly, slowly ,explain."

"Anyway..." He kissed Ye Wuhui's earlobe, "We all sleep on the same bed."

"...Yeah." Ye Wuhui didn't refute, he took a deep breath, wrapped his hands around Mo Ziyi's waist, pressed him down, and pressed his lips again, "bad fox."

Mo Ziyi smiled and said: "I'm broken, didn't I tell my little brother a long time ago?"

The kiss this time was no longer as wild and wild as before, but a gentle, soft and delicate kiss. The two of them were lingeringly attached to each other, and all the unspoken words were melted into such a soft kiss. In soft kisses.

......

I don't know how long the coffin floated on the sea surface, ups and downs, ups and downs, fluttering.Until the end of Mo Ziyi's transformation time, he turned into a little fox, and then felt the recovery of his spiritual power, and could turn into a human form again. Based on this, it was speculated that he had been drifting for at least a day and a night.

Finally, I felt a slight trembling, and there was no deep and quiet sound of sea water in my ears, and the feeling of precariousness faded away, and the coffin seemed to be washed ashore.

"Huh?" Mo Ziyi turned into a human form, got up, and accidentally hit his head on the coffin lid with a "boom", but it didn't hurt, so he covered the back of his head and smiled at Ye Wuhui, warmly , like a little sun.

Ye Wuhui also followed him to smile, his smile was beautiful, the curved eyebrows, eyes and lips seemed to be stepped on the apex of the heart, every place was stepped on the throbbing heartbeat, like spring rain on apricot blossoms, It's also like the misty rain in Qingyan Fairy Mountain.

At this moment, the coffin was suddenly knocked, and a child's voice came from outside: "Yes, is there anyone?"

"Yes, yes." Mo Ziyi replied while opening the coffin lid.

Suddenly two people sat up in the coffin, and the child was so frightened that he stepped back three steps in a row, fell down and sat down, and then he stood up with trembling legs, and ran away in a hurry: "Fraud, It's a scam——!!!!"

"..."

"........."

After a while, the child folded back again, holding a mahogany sword that he found from nowhere in his hand, put his two fingers together in front of the mahogany sword, and shouted in his mouth: "Demons, goblins, retreat quickly!!"

A tiny lightning bolt split from the tip of the wooden sword, struck the coffin, lit a cluster of small flames, and a black smoke billowed up.

interesting.

Mo Ziyi squinted his eyes, staring with great interest at this child who looked only five or six years old.

Unexpectedly, in this life, he would meet Xiao Jing'an here.

Xiao Jing'an, who had never experienced any changes, was born fat and white, with bright and clear eyes.

Mo Ziyi stood up from the coffin, and pulled Ye Wuhui to sit on the eaves of the coffin.Leaning lazily in Ye Wuhui's arms, he hooked his fingers to Xiao Jing'an: "Come here."

Xiao Jing'an thought that he couldn't beat these two "deceitful corpses", and he couldn't escape left and right, so he simply didn't struggle, shielded the mahogany sword in front of his body, and boldly walked towards them.

"Stretch out your hand," Mo Ziyi said.

The warm spiritual power poured into Xiao Jingan's wrist, feeling the reaction from his fingertips, Mo Ziyi was slightly surprised: "Second level of Qi training?"

Xiao Jing'an has a single spiritual root with a thunder attribute, and it is rare for folks to have such a root. In his last life, Mo Ziyi often wanted to send Xiao Jing'an to a serious sect to practice, but Xiao Jing'an refused to leave no matter what .

"Huh!" Xiao Jing'an was holding the peach wood sword, complacent, "A Taoist priest came last year and said that I was a genius and wanted to take me away to cultivate immortality. I don't want to, but I am determined to go. The head of the sect, the Qingyan Sect!"

"Oh?" Mo Ziyi raised one eyebrow, pointing at Ye Wuhui: "Then do you know who this is?"

"The one who cheated the corpse? Or a handsome little brother who looks like he should be the son of the immortal family? Wait, you were in the coffin just now, couldn't it be..." Xiao Jingan shivered all over his body. Obviously thinking of some bad picture, he shook his body, disgusted, "Hey——!!!!"

"..."

Mo Ziyi slammed Xiao Jingan on the head, "You are so young, where did you learn such things!"

"My brother's!" Xiao Jing'an said quietly and mysteriously, "He hid under the flowerpot, and I found out when he got up."

Ye Wuhui couldn't bear it any longer, he let out a "puchi" laugh, and pressed his fist to his lips again, with a serious expression, but his brows and eyes were full of smiles.

Mo Ziyi's heart suddenly sank in this smile. He took Ye Wuhui's arm and introduced, "This is the Young Sect Master of Qingyan Sect."

"Young Sect Master of Qingyan Sect?" Xiao Jingan glanced at him in surprise, and then saw Qingyu on Ye Wuhui's waist.

Qing Yu, the natal spiritual tool of the Young Suzerain of Yanzong of the Qing Dynasty, is the only one in the world, and it is naturally recorded in the relevant classics on cultivating immortals.The sapphire inlaid on the scabbard is shining brightly, just looking at it, I feel cold.

Xiao Jing'an suddenly became serious, adjusted his clothes, and awkwardly learned the etiquette in the cultivation world written in the book, took three steps back, hung the mahogany sword on his waist, bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "See you Young Sect Master, my name is Jing An, and I will definitely pass the entrance examination of the Qing Yan Sect next year!"

"Huh? Shouldn't he take you away?"

Little Jing'an puffed up his chest: "Our Jing family has always been upright and aboveboard, and we never go through the back door! Besides, I work very hard, and I won't be inferior to others! Isn't there a sentence in the book? Your opponent is not only more talented than you, but also more talented than you." You work hard, you are still younger than you! It’s me!!”

Every word and every sentence is full of confidence.

Ye Wuhui said to him gently: "Then I look forward to seeing you again in Qing Yanzong next year."

"necessary!"

Not far away, several fishermen put away their fishing nets, and smoke rose from the kitchen. Xiao Jing'an took the hands of Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui, "My brother has finished cooking, do you want to come to my house for a sit down?"

After being mentioned by Xiao Jing'an, Mo Ziyi realized that he hadn't eaten all day and night, and he was a little hungry. He glanced at Ye Wuhui and saw his indulgent gaze.Mo Ziyi smiled slightly, and gladly accepted Xiao Jingan's invitation: "Okay."

Xiao Jing'an's residence is by the sea, he leads the way, Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui follow behind, under the loose sleeves, the two hold hands tightly together.

Xiao Jingan ran all the way, greeted the neighbors, and helped them drag the fishing nets to the shore. The mahogany sword was behind him, shaking up and down with his steps, cute and lively, full of children vitality.

"Brother! I'm back!" Xiao Jing'an pushed open the door of the wooden house. Several bowls of simple meals were already on the table. Come on!"

He stood at the door, facing Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui, and made a gesture of throwing flowers.

"There are guests? Come in quickly!" Little Jing'an's elder brother is named Jing Ping, a simple and kind guy, he bowed his hands to the two, and went to the kitchen to buy two new sets of bowls and chopsticks.

At the dinner table, Xiao Jing'an babbled while eating, and said, "I have no parents since I was a child. My elder brother brought me up and sent me to the family of immortal cultivators in the next town to cultivate. I must repay my brother well, and if I enjoy the glory, I will not let my brother suffer any more!"

Jing Ping patted Xiao Jing An on the back, and said with a smile, "Don't talk while eating, be careful of choking."

Little Jing'an couldn't stop talking, he babbled on a lot of things, such as waking up every morning to catch fish and drying the nets, what the boy next door beat a pheasant, what occasionally encountered some minor problems during cultivation, etc. etc.

Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui looked at each other, and listened seriously to Xiao Jingan's talk about family matters, without interjecting or interrupting, as if they were really living here, without the ruin of their previous life, There is no right way or evil way, everything is so flat, it always makes people feel warm in the heart.

After eating, Jingping cleaned up the table and bowls, and Xiao Jingan pestered them to tell the story of the road to immortality, and asked Ye Wuhui about Qing Yanzong, and took notes seriously.

Then, he stared at Qing Yu on Ye Wuhui's waist, and asked eagerly, "What does it feel like to fly with a sword?"

Mo Ziyi replied: "Cool, quick, and a little cold."

"Then..." Xiao Jing'an swallowed, his eyes full of anticipation, "Can you take me flying?"

Mo Ziyi poked Ye Wuhui: "You have to ask little brother, I don't have a sword."

Xiao Jingan turned to Ye Wuhui, and before he could speak, Ye Wuhui took off Qingyu, put it in Mo Ziyi's hands, and stretched out his hand to him with a little childishness: "Exchange."

Mo Ziyi untied Hong Yu, handed it to Ye Wuhui, and pulled Xiao Jingan out with a smile on his face. His cheerful back looked like a playful child.

Hong Yu poked her head, then flinched back weakly, feeling very dissatisfied with her master for handing herself over without hesitation.

Ye Wuhui caressed Hongyu comfortingly, and hung it on his waist.

Jingping straightened the table and chairs, made a cup of tea for Ye Wuhui, and then took out a bag of spirit stones: "This is all my savings, I don't know if it's enough...I asked before, if you want to If you want to join the sect, you have to do this. Mr. Ye, my younger brother..."

Spirit stones of various colors are mixed, and their grades are also different. One can tell at a glance that Jingping worked everywhere on weekdays and made such a bag together.

Ye Wuhui pushed the spirit stone away: "Jing An is a genius with a single spiritual root, someone must have told you about it. With his root, even if he goes directly to the sect, he will collect it exceptionally."

Jing Ping said: "That's what my brother is. He is stubborn. He doesn't want to. He said he only wants to enter the Yanzong of the Qing Dynasty, and he only wants to be admitted in a dignified way, so that he won't make people laugh that he is a back door that takes advantage of his own bones. "

Ye Wuhui said: "The exercises that Jing An is practicing now are suitable for his age and attributes. According to this practice, after a year, there will be no problem."

"That's good, that's good!" Jing Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Wuhui said again: "If Jingan becomes a member of our Qingyan Sect in the future, I can also help you find a job at the foot of Qingyan Mountain, so that you brothers will not be separated."

Hearing this, Jing Ping froze for a moment, with tears in his eyes, and wanted to kneel down, but Ye Wuhui held his arm.

......

Not long after, Mo Ziyi came back with Xiao Jing'an in his arms: "I was thinking about wanting to control the sword, but I became dizzy as soon as I flew into the sky." He pointed to the stain on Xiao Jing'an's collar, "Look! All the way!!"

Jing Ping took over Xiao Jing An, but he was still dizzy and muttered unwillingly: "Yu Jian is so fast! It's so cool! Yes, just a little dizzy, just a little..."

Mo Ziyi was amused by his appearance, pinched Xiao Jingan's cheeks, and said to him resentfully: "You should go up the mountain to see more! It's not so easy to stand on a high place and see a lot fainted!"

After Xiao Jingan regained some energy, the two bid him farewell.

Little Jing An stood beside Jing Ping, waved to them, clasped his hands in the shape of trumpets, and shouted loudly, "Brother Mo, Sect Master Ye Shao, see you next year!"

"Well, see you next year!" Mo Ziyi also waved to him.

On the beach, the breeze is blowing on the face, rolling up the moisture of the sea, and gently patting on the face, which is cool and comfortable.

Mo Ziyi stretched out his hand to Ye Wuhui: "Little brother, go back."

"Yeah." Ye Wuhui came to Mo Ziyi's side with the sea breeze and his unique love, held him by his side, and smiled softly, "Let's go."